Would it be so bad to have control?
Maybe people do have more control over this than I thought, but all I know is that it's something I lack in. I think it's pretty safe to say everyone who has reached a certain age(why not everyone who has?) has "liked" (or whatever term floats your boat) someone else. I can't tell whether they have control over these natural attractions, but I think this control over one's emotions is not common. Maybe it is why there is all the heartache and sorrow that seems to inevitably accommodate such strong feelings that one has for another. Why can't I control who I like/am attracted to?
Having great friends is such a wonderful gift that one would have to be incredibly unfortunate to not have at least one other person to inquire about how their day has gone or how well they did at their sports event, etc. For me, as soon as the attraction interrupts, I lose who I am and seem like I cannot simply appreciate knowing that person and being involved in similar activities anymore. Maybe this is why some (including me) are shy or watch their normal self, the one they've had for their whole life, fly out the window just like that when that person is around. Also, maybe in order to ultimately find that special person that we would hopefully become so happy with, we must experience, in one way or another, misery or frustratedness (though it's not a word you know what I mean) that might be proportionally relative to that happiness that we might find one day. But why can't we just choose who we might become sadly disappointed with, instead of being sucked into it by our natural selves? Because for now I'd rather just be able to value having another good friend who I might have fun with or ask why we look disconcerted.
I suppose the true scientific answer to this question would only include the names of a bunch of concentrated hormones that our frontal cortex, or conscious mind, has absolutely no power over. But we came about to be like this for a reason, whether you want to believe in evolution or in that it was a higher being. Well, I guess I'll just have to suck it in and bear with it. The rest of mankind has had to and this hasn't seemed to slow down those who have come before me who have reached admirable heights.
Having great friends is such a wonderful gift that one would have to be incredibly unfortunate to not have at least one other person to inquire about how their day has gone or how well they did at their sports event, etc. For me, as soon as the attraction interrupts, I lose who I am and seem like I cannot simply appreciate knowing that person and being involved in similar activities anymore. Maybe this is why some (including me) are shy or watch their normal self, the one they've had for their whole life, fly out the window just like that when that person is around. Also, maybe in order to ultimately find that special person that we would hopefully become so happy with, we must experience, in one way or another, misery or frustratedness (though it's not a word you know what I mean) that might be proportionally relative to that happiness that we might find one day. But why can't we just choose who we might become sadly disappointed with, instead of being sucked into it by our natural selves? Because for now I'd rather just be able to value having another good friend who I might have fun with or ask why we look disconcerted.
I suppose the true scientific answer to this question would only include the names of a bunch of concentrated hormones that our frontal cortex, or conscious mind, has absolutely no power over. But we came about to be like this for a reason, whether you want to believe in evolution or in that it was a higher being. Well, I guess I'll just have to suck it in and bear with it. The rest of mankind has had to and this hasn't seemed to slow down those who have come before me who have reached admirable heights.

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...Thomas...LeRoy...Heaton. I will say it again to get my thoughts in order....Thomas...LeRoy....Heaton...That is the most beautiful thing a guy I know has ever written. And to come out of you? It almost brought me to tears to know that a guy feels the same kinds of things I do. I needed that ^_^ I'm sorry for all my teasing, it was never right of me. If you ever need someone to talk to about your "misery and frustration" I would be the first one to volunteer. I am a trained and experienced therapist/listener. Especially for "silly" high school difficulties. I think I'm going to have to hug you for this. It was so...just...I'll never tease you again as long as I live.
I just read it again. You should write more of this kind of thing; it is the sweetest, most cute, humble thing I've ever read.
That. Was. Profound. And it's only one hormone: androsterones (for guys).
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